Carefree Path of Dreams

Chapter 920: Fax

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Poof!

A water-like curtain of light descended from the sky and snugly enveloped the entire mountain peak.

On the outside, Heinze could not break through the flexible membrane at all, no matter how hard he tried.

“Is this the power of Absolute Protection?” He stopped, defeated. “I’ve already used more than twenty percent of the strength at my peak, but I’m still unable to break through… Damn… If I had half of my power, this mere water curtain…”

The ability of Derivatives to bend nomological rules could be broken only by the power of Great Daos.

Fang Yuan touched the red lizard in his hands but remained silent.

If he used his full might, then this Absolute Protection was just a joke.

However, there were too many variables. He would never reveal his full strength so early.

“Now, we can only wait for the Lord of the Void and Arthur!”

Fang Yuan sighed and started waiting patiently.

…

Underground, Primary Color headquarters.

More and more Seven Color Scripture members arrived and started battling their comrades.

However, Arthur was like an emperor patrolling his lands, moving as he pleased. All those that met him immediately defected and attacked their former comrades crazily.

“Damn it!”

“Wesley… It’s me!”

“Noooo!”

…

The Seven Color Scripture members were locked in combat among themselves, and the voices of broken men rang out continuously.

“All combat personnel fall back. I’ll take care of this!”

Leading a group of purple combat personnel, a warrior in a black leather suit appeared.

“Terminator Number Three, Soul Resistor?”

Arthur seemed to know something about this Terminator. He smiled.

Bang!

The black Terminator was expressionless as he directly shot Arthur’s head.

“That’s it… it’s over?”

“As expected of Sir Soul Resistor. It’s rumored that he has a Derivative that has the ability to protect his soul against all kinds of psychological influences!”

The remaining combat members cheered.

However, a voice broke the harmony. “You dare… injure my handsome face… You’re dead meat!”

Arthur’s headless body stood still as a lump of meat containing the outlines of his facial features grew out from his neck.

“Order everyone below purple to retreat immediately!” The Soul Resistor remained expressionless. “Add to the information—the target has rapid regenerative capabilities… Hurry and equip the freezing and burning equipment!”

Primary Color had accumulated a wealth of experience in dealing with all kinds of monsters.

The best way to combat these kinds of regenerative powers was to burn all of it or use liquid nitrogen to freeze it.

Suddenly, he realized that there was something wrong with the eyes of the subordinates around him.

It has the ability to continue exerting its influence even under my Soul Protection. That’s strength equal to the top ten Derivatives!

The Soul Resistor shivered and yelled, “Don’t look in his direction. Call for reinforcements immediately!”

…

Inside a secret chamber.

A certain Terminator looked at his wrist, expressionless.

There, a blue bracelet was releasing a shining light.

This was the rank nine Derivative, Absolute Protection. It could create an enormous barrier that was strong enough to withstand any attack.

Of course, to accomplish this, a price had to be paid.

At this time, this Terminator’s arm had already withered as if it had been mummified.

Suddenly, the stringently encrypted mechanical door opened from the outside. A black shirt Terminator walked in.

“Number Five, you shouldn’t be here!”

The Terminator wearing Absolute Protection was a bit confused, but then on full alert.

“Number Four, you have the power of rapid regeneration. You won’t die even if your heart is gouged out. Therefore, the leader chose you to activate Absolute Protection… An ordinary person would have all their life force sucked out of them and turn into a mummy the moment they touched it.”

Number Five walked toward Number Four slowly. “It must be very painful, even for you? Why… do you continue to work yourself to death for Primary Color?

“Number Five, you’ve defected!”

Number Four Terminator magically drew a silver gun with his left hand without a change of expression and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Swoosh!

The shells landed on the walls and made sparks fly.

He had hit nothing but an afterimage.

“I don’t need to be faster than bullets. I just need to be faster than your hand! Also… Number Four, the pain has slowed down your movements!”

The body of Number Five appeared as if it had stepped out of the void. Then he lunged at Number Four.

“Activate countermeasures!” said a mechanical voice suddenly.

Around the chair that Number Four was sitting on, multiple gun barrels emerged and breathed fire at Number Five.

Ping!

The body of Number Five exploded into pieces that landed on Number Four.

“Our each and every action is under the leader’s surveillance. Not to mention, you believe… that you can penetrate the defenses of the entire base?” Number Four said calmly.

“No! Penetrating this line of defense is all I need!”

The haughty and seductive voice made Number Four waver.

He suddenly looked down and saw the flesh on his body. The pieces of flesh had started waving tentacles around as though they had a life of their own.

The tough and flexible red ribbon possessed immense restraining force and tied Number Four to the chair. A large number of flesh sprouts made their way to the blue bracelet.

“The peculiarity of Absolute Protection won’t stop when it is robbed. The sole method to stop it is to make the person paying the price to activate it disappear…”

A small voice came from the bits of flesh. “I will be taking your body and your powers!”

“What do you mean?”

Number Four was shocked. Immediately afterward, a large number of flesh sprouts enveloped his face, burrowing into his head through his orifices.

His entire body spasmed, then immediately stopped. The shape of his face had changed dramatically. His eyes were full of madness. “Absolute Protection… Stop!”

…

On the mountain peak.

After a slight tremble, the water membrane shrouding the mountain disappeared.

“It’s the Lord of the Void! He’s made his move! I was waiting for this!”

Heinze roared excitedly. He turned into the black giant. One of his arms continued growing larger and thicker, completely disproportionate to the rest of his body.

Finally, a truck-sized fist landed.

Bang!

Half of the mountain peak collapsed, scattering dust and smoke all over. A hole was made in the metal wall, opening a direct path to the center of the mountain.

“Let’s go!”

Heinze and Fang Yuan both took a deep breath and jumped into the hole without hesitation.

…

Deep in the headquarters’ underground.

“The destruction of the base’s periphery has reached 26.98%! Energy supply lines damaged! Self-defense measures can not be activated!” a mechanical female voice reported.

Smack!

The elder immediately lost his composure. He did not even pay attention to the smoking pipe that had fallen onto the floor. “How is this possible? Although the Bunshinsaba predicted danger, how is possible that it’s to this degree?”

“Leader, the situation is urgent. Please execute plan number three and evacuate immediately!”

Two Terminators stood behind him, one with an ancient revolver on his waist.

“Number One! Number Two! The two of you are perfect. That was why you were entrusted with the huge responsibility of protecting me!”

The elder hesitated slightly. “However, now… Number Five has defected, Number Four is dead, while Number Three is fighting a hard battle. Can I continue to trust you?”

“As long as they are your orders…”

Number One and Number Two’s resolution was as solid as granite.

“Hand me the Fax Machine immediately!”

The elder stared straight at the old-fashioned fax machine in front of him. Unfortunately, nothing came out.

It was the rank four Derivative under Primary Color’s control, Future Fax Machine!

Occasionally, messages from the future would come out. At times, it would be a piece of newspaper. At other times, it was simply a picture from the future.

Quite unfortunately, the chances of a fax appearing were probabilistic.

However, as long as the Fax Machine was there, there was no need for any electricity, signal, nor even paper. The Fax Machine would be able to receive messages from the future all on its own.

“The predictions of the Bunshinsaba are limited to ‘yes’ or ‘no’. It is too fuzzy… What exact force is attacking the Primary Color headquarters this time?”

The elder picked up the smoking pipe and lit it again.

In the short amount of time he took, the entire room suddenly lit up. One after another, blurry silhouettes appeared, all in the form of 3D projections.

“Everyone… I believe you have seen it as well. The headquarters is under attack. I have to prepare for the worst! Activate the tinder plan immediately and start transferring the Derivatives!”

The elder gave a long sigh. “As for me, I will remain with headquarters!”

“Who are the enemies? Rising Dragon? Green Leaf?” someone asked after a long silence.

“I don’t know…” The elder shook his head slowly. “I only know that their peculiarities are extremely strange. It looks like everyone has the power of immortality!”

“The sealing techniques of the Sorcerer Congress are rather effective in dealing with these sorts of people…”

“We have seized the Philosopher’s Book, and we can send out sorcerers immediately!”

“There’s also that door. Once activated, you can leave immediately… We must transfer as many Derivatives possible, including you, Leader!”

A woman looked at the elder. “I suggest that you transfer immediately, and let Number One and Number Two escort you to the deep-sea base!”

“I can’t do that!” The elder shook his head. “There are limitations to using the door. If anything goes wrong, we will bring the disaster to the branch bases!”

“I’ve already ordered the sorcerer army to attack. It’ll be soon!”

Ratatatatat!

Ratatatatat!

The sound of typing rang out. Everyone was shocked. Immediately after, all eyes fell upon the Fax Machine.

The ancient fax machine had no electricity, no signal antenna, nor even paper. However, the signal light lit up.

Coupled with the movement of the ink box, a piece of paper was spat out. There was a picture on it.

“This is…”

“Future Fax Machine! Has it received a signal from the future?”

“Hurry! What has it predicted?”

The 3D silhouettes urged hurriedly.

The elder put on his glasses and picked up the fax. However, he gasped. “This is…”